It was a normal morning, nothing out of the usual. George's alarm let out a loud buzz just as the sun had decided to peek up from beneath the horizon. But this rare sun, however, only lasted for mere moments before it hid under a blanket of clouds. It was Seattle. George didn't result in doing the same. Instead, he raced down the hallway in his pajamas to get to the shower first. He was living with two women, if he was the last, he was sure to have no hot water.
It was a peaceful way to begin hectic day running rounds. He was just about to begin the chorusofsomething that sounded some what comparable to the Stones' Satisfactionwhen the bathroom door flung open and a half dressed Izzie stepped inside. Apparently he had been the second one in the bathroom, not the first.
George yelled as soon as he confirmed who was the guilty party. "Izzie! Get out now!" He hurriedly grabbed the towel that was draped over the glass door and secured it around his waist while still inside the shower. She still hadn't left. "You're not going anywhere…Why!"
"We live in the same house George, I don't see a problem with it."
"That's because I'm the one in the shower. If it was you in here and me out there…you would have a slightly different perspective." He argued, sliding the door open and stepping out. Izzie just smiled, trying not to laugh at how angry he was becoming. "This had better be important…" He carefully bent down to gather his pajamas that had last been left in the middle of the floor. "What is it?"
"Meredith won't get up." She finally answered.
"Again? That's been…everyday this week." He hadn't realized when he said it, but it was only Tuesday. "Have you went for her feet? That might work."
"George, that only works for you because you're ticklish." She quickly shot down his idea for her own. "Why don't you go downstairs for some ice cubes."
"No I'm not dumping ice cubes on her…I'm too young to die." He headed out the doorway and ducked into his room for a moment to get dressed then met back with Izzie, hovering over Meredith, who happened to be quite awake, but refused to open her eyes.
"Meredith, we're going to be late." Izzie said forcefully, but she only covered her ears with the pillow over her head. This obviously wasn't working so well.
George carefully sat down on the edge of her bed and leaned down to peek underneath her hiding place. "Mere…why don't you want to go to work?" He asked her calmly with a smile, something he guessed Izzie hadn't done yet. "What's wrong?" His voice was low enough that it was barely audible to Izzie across the room.
"Good luck…" Izzie turned to return down the hallway. "I'll be in the bathroom if you need anything." George just shook her head as she left.
It was then when Meredith tossed the pillow aside and opened her eyes. "She walked in on you again?"
"Yes, but now I think she does it just to make me angry." He hadn't realized that until just then. "The last time you did that it was on accident though."
"Why don't you just lock the door?"
"Actually, I hadn't thought of that…Hey! No changing the subject. Why don't you want to get out of bed?"
"George…do you know what today is?" She answered with another question. Though it didn't solve anything, she did push herself up into a sitting position. She wasn't out of bed, but it was an improvement.
George's eyes searched the room for a calendar, because at this time in the morning he had no idea, but he found nothing.
"It's Valentine's Day…It's worst day of the year."
"Really, I thought it was women who liked Valentine's Day, and men who hated it, you know, having to actually remember when it is and all."
"Correction, it's the women who have men who actually like the holiday." She let herself flop back onto her pillow.
"No…no, we have to get to work…oh." He justcaught the connection between the two. "McDreamy…right."
"No, it's Dr. Shepherd…not McDreamy…if anything, he's McMarried."
"Who needs him. Now, come on…you've got to get ready for work. Maybe we can get in on a really good surgery...like a career changing surgery…or we could just leave you at home…alone…with nothing to take you're mind off of everything else that might be bothering you and you'll go more crazy than you already are." Meredith contemplated that for a moment. "Come on, do it for me, Mere…please." He asked with pleading eyes and a smile on his face that to which no one could ever say no.
She sighed before pushing the warm covers off herself and planting her feet firmly on the floor. "Don't tell Izzie why." She said before she headed to her closet for something to wear instead of pajamas.
"I promise." He wasn't so sure what the big deal was, but he swore he wouldn't either way.
Meredith and George followed behind the usually peppy Izzie into the locker room, though both with the polar opposite mood wearing upon there faces. Meredith tossed her bag of spare clean clothes on to the floor and struggled to get her locker opened, while with one simple move Izzie opened hers to find a small white teddy bear holding an envelope right inside. She ripped it open and read parts of it aloud, just what Meredith didn't feel like hearing at the time.
"Dinner at Café Zaffarano…at seven thirty…remember, wear something nice." She said in broken sentences. "Love Alex…"
George knew that it had to be from Alex before she even read it. He simply rolled his eyes to Meredith, and for once a small smile played on her lips. Neither of them had really warmed up to whom they referred to as the spawn of satanquite yet.
Izzie quickly left the room to go find this not so secret admirer, of course, the bear still in hand.
"Did I ever tell you I hate Valentine's Day?" She reinforced her point.
"Why yes you did…and you are definitelynot alone." He said before sitting down on the bench behind him. "Why didn't you want me to tell Izzie that you hate Valentine's Day? I mean, it's not a big deal…"
She stopped shoving the dirty clothes into her bag to bring home to turn to face the man who should have been changed into scrubs already but was waiting to ask her that very question before he did so. "Izzie is always happy…well, almost always happy. If she knew how much I despise today, she'd be all cheery and 'come on get happy' me to death."
"I know exactly what you mean…"
"And I thought I could talk toyou because…I mean, you're like me…just got out of a crappy relationship with someone who works in this hospital…no date for tonight…you know..."
"Oh that makes me feel so much better…" He said with such sarcasm.
"So I guess tonight it'll just be you and me celebrating the worst holiday together in the way it was meant to be spent…with a pint of Ben and Jerry's and a good movie." She patted the side of his face slightly as she walked on past him to change in the other room.
"Oh, I can't wait!" Based on the previous use of satire on his behalf, she expected his words to have been said in the same context, when in actuality, it didn't sound like such a bad idea to George after all.
There's more to come, but I just can't tell you when. It all depends on how much homework I get piled on this week. Please, tell me what you think...I really appreciate any kind of response.